Then he was asked to cut the cake:
Instead of simply making the first slice and deferring to more experienced cake-cutters, he kept going:
Things got ugly:
Several more experienced people there -- his mother, his sister-in-law -- tried to salvage the cutting job, to no avail:
So we just ate it:
The cake looked like the victim of a shark attack:
Fortunately, it tasted great, and everyone enjoyed it. Later, we burned a lot of wood and didn't really care what the cake looked like:
Life was good.